Revenge and hate dost run amock Enshrouding all with blood and fear; So many minds astir with shock - Perplexed by hell's appearance here. On wings of ardor should we soar, Not those of spite o'er things now lost; Sweet Africa we do implore: Ignite us not at life's great cost! Because we can and that we will, In peace, greatness achieve; Let freedom carry us until In time we all believe: To be as one beats "us and them" - Yet better still is "ours" - a gem.
Revenge: oh foul and spitting snake; Erased - that should the creature be. So dreams and visions once forsake - Parlayed into a state of free. Of many colours are we made, Not one, not two, not three; Susceptible ~ by much ~ to fade Into Eternity. But when we think that all is lost, If we just stop to say: Let bitter bygones be our cost - Impending doom not ours this day. To grasp the great is hard a feat Yet to be great is to be complete!
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